The Birds Poem by perry Schwartz

the birds fly east the birds fly west the birds fly into their nest i see them perched on a cable wire or sitting on trees their wings flap in the breeze when it rains they fly away i sit by the window hoping they will come back the next day crows are my favorite i like to watch them fly around how majestic they look in the sky when they are not there the days seem to go by oh how i wish i was one of them soaring high above like a dove that is free that's what i want to be as the old saying goes they say birds of a feather stick together.